198 BIG GAME SHOOTING IN ALASKA chap. 



On return to camp I found Hanbury, who had just 

 arrived empty-handed, not having seen any rams in a place 

 where it was possible to approach them. We were both 

 pretty tired and hungry, and it was not long before we had 

 a good bit of mutton roasting in front of the fire. 



The natives proceeded to cook enough meat for them- 

 selves to make what they called a good supper for all three of 

 them. If it had not been for my previous experiences with 

 Kaffirs and Zulus I should not have credited the Alaskan 

 native with the powers of eating which he possesses ; as it is, 

 he is second only in this respect to the above-named tribes. 



Hanbury had picked up two natives who were great 

 characters in their own particular way. One, who acted as his 

 cook and personal attendant, rejoiced in the name of Sulivan. 

 His great amusement seemed to be walking about the camp 

 and whistling from morning to night what might be designated 

 in musical parlance as a cavatina, which he had picked up at 

 Kenai, and which after about forty-eight hours got on my 

 nerves to such an extent that I found myself also whistling 

 the dreadful tune on numerous occasions. The other man was 

 a tough-looking old customer who could hardly speak a word 

 of English, and was reputed a mighty hunter. I believe 

 his name was William, but we at once christened him 

 "Wandering Willy," and remarked that he looked what 

 the Americans call " wild and woolly." 



Late that evening Sulivan came to our tents and addressed 

 Hanbury as follows. " Willy he say he scared to go hunting 

 to-day with you because he no talk English. He say he take 

 you to-morrow, he savey good place, you bet you catch 'um 

 big-horns before 12 o'clock." Hanbury said, " Very well, tell 

 the old fool to come ; I don't care what language he speaks, if 

 he only finds some rams." 



